The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 56: West Buddha and East Demon, in white suits competing against each other

The day is thinning to the west. m.

On the top of Landa Mountain, there is a soil embryo that has been in prison for nearly forty years. There is a trace of looseness, and the golden light shines in an instant, like a mud bodhisattva cracking, revealing a bright and invincible golden body. In addition to this mound, there is also an elderly monk sitting cross-legged and wearing a dilapidated robes. He hangs old, with snow-white eyebrows and knees. He whirls in the mud, and the wind and sun make his skin dark. The folds, like a dry field, lined the two strands of white eyebrows more and more pale. When he saw the soil embryo loosening and the mud falling to the ground, it was obviously almost invisible, but it seemed to be in the ears of this tantric patriarchal king, but it seemed that thunder was ringing in his ears, and his two long eyebrows were fluttering in disorder, and his figure became more and more unrecognizable. Moving like a mountain. As a great monk on Landa Mountain who claims to have never said a word of lie in his life, he and another monk have been waiting here for more than 20 years. The old monk with white eyebrows stood up and lowered his eyebrows. Pleasing to the eye, I saw the debris continuously falling, golden light all over the body, showing real life. At this moment in Lantuo Mountain, chanting Langlang suddenly, the mountain is more majestic in the singing, and the treasure is majestic. The old monk facing the east looked back towards the west, the setting sun went down, I don’t know if it was an illusion, as the mound was like a sleeping lion, finally no longer dozing off, after opening his eyes, shaking off the dust, began to swallow the mountains and rivers with anger, the afterglow was bright, compare The brilliance and splendor of the sky is not bad at all.

The Great Sun Tathagata.

The elderly Karmapa slowly turned his head, and he saw an old monk who turned his head back to the Yang world like Yinming. Compared with the white-browed old monk who was more than a hundred years old, he was more old and faint, dry and thin, maybe even ninety catties in weight. Not even there, such a physical body, it can be described as weak. Although Lantuoshan is not a martial artist, the eminent monks of the past, like the Liuzhu master who is only his junior, are not weak in realm cultivation. The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and is compassionate, and at the same time he can subdue the dragon elephant with anger. The old monk in the eyes of the white-browed monk was silent and lifeless, and was extremely silent. Tantrism preached that the body witnesses the Buddha. The Eastern Land and the Central Plains have always been regarded as evil. In the final analysis, the two religions of Confucianism and Taoism have a grudge. Now the Liyang Dynasty and Beimang have destroyed the Buddha almost at the same time. In fact, it is the Zen Buddhism that is destroyed, but the old white-browed monk wants to go. Observing the general trend after this Dharma catastrophe, he can't do it himself, but can only hope that the immaculate lion who has issued a great aspiration to realize the Buddha and become the Buddha.

The decayed old monk finally spoke, before his voice came out, first he spit out a stale breath like ash smoke, "My body and mind are just like glass bottles, which can be broken with one hammer. But sentient beings have millions of glass bottles, the sledgehammer is in the east. "

The old monk with white eyebrows looked moved, his hands clasped together, and the Buddha sang.

"From west to east, I will not go to hell, who will go to hell."

After saying this, the withered old monk who was older than the hundred-year-old King on Landa Mountain stretched out his hand and stroked his head, like a hammer hitting himself, the hammer scattered golden light, and the mountain top lit up with light.

The white-browed monk showed sorrow on his face.

Knock the glass heart-stained bottle with a hammer, which should have become the Buddha and become the Supreme Dharmakaya Buddha, but the eminent monk knew that this was not the case at all for the monk in front of him. An unusually bright scorching sun above the West Mountain seemed to have lost its support. After the monk empowered himself, it quickly dimmed, condensed the afterglow, and hurriedly fell down the mountain.

When standing, the two monks with white eyebrows and knees looked up again, and there was no trace of the old monk who had been enlightened for 40 years. There was an epiphany in the two Buddhist temples and said that this meal was a long time ago. The old monk sighed softly with the sound of the mountain chanting in his ears.

An old monk outside Tiemen Pass skimmed across the desert and across the Gobi. Once he stopped, he used his fingers to make a knife, slashed his arm, and fed the young eagles in the gap between the mountain walls. Once he squatted in the desert and watched. The worm is walking around. When the dying old monk Yuan himself came outside Kuimen Pass, it seemed as if he was a teenager. He stood still outside Xiongguan, stunned, his eyes dizzy, just looking at the people who entered or left the prison. Coming in and out in a hurry, it was days and nights at a glance. When the Guansai Jiashi was about to go and question a few words, the old monk was nowhere to be found. There are many dangerous mountains and deep streams in the northern part of Western Shu. It is difficult for the road to climb to the blue sky. An old man in monk clothes is like a red bird, coming and going like a wind. In the early spring of Fuyuki, his eyes became more muddled and his robes floated. The next step was to settle down as he pleased. By chance, a tracker was pulling a boat on the shoal. A monk appeared at the stern and stepped on the freezing water of the river, listening to the call of a man from Shu. Slowly pushing the big ship for twenty miles, then it flashed away, swept several tens of feet in the deep mountain and old forest, and with a bang, the old monk suddenly stopped, holding a winter bird that was hit by him in both hands, and his palms were **** and bloody. , The old monk’s eyes were confused, first suddenly awakened, silently sorrowful, and then fell into confusion, his eyes absent, this stop was a full half a decade, during which there was heavy rain, and snow and frost penetrated his body until early morning. The sun rises in the east, and then suddenly looks back and heads east again. This way, I walked thousands of miles of yellow sand, passed by Jincheng Tangchi, Chihiro Ditch and Yangchang Path, finally set foot in the Central Plains, and then took shelter from the rain under the wall of the small town and shoulders. Pedestrians walk with umbrellas, watch people and make clothes on the banks of a river that is no more than knees high, listen to the watchmen's changes under the moonlight, and meet the roadside frozen bones in the ancient capital of the famous city. This day, the year is only like a sixtieth birthday. The old monk of 1970 was standing by a small tomb in a lonely tomb in a wilderness and ridge. He saw the word on a tombstone with mottled handwriting. He did not know why he traveled thousands of miles to see thousands of people. He has forgotten who he is and where he is going. Where and who I saw, I only remembered one word at this time, Liu.

The ignorant old monk continued eastward, and one day came to a green hill, the wind shook the pine forest, and the sound was like waves. In my mind, I floated on an ancient pine, looked into the distance, and heard the waves of pine waves. After a full ten years, he said hoarsely, "Song Tao."

A Liu character memorized hard. Plus, the pine waves are like a drum at this moment.

The old monk is not old, looks like he is middle-aged, and forty is not confused. For this monk of Landuo Mountain who has forgotten the past for thousands of miles, this moment is indeed not confused, with a smile on his face, "Liu Songtao. "

The rivers and lakes soon learned that a young mad monk had arrived in the Western Regions. He traveled eastward. His mouth seemed to sing but not to sing, and it seemed to be chanting but not to chant. Whenever he passed, he would kill when he saw people who didn’t agree. Jiyi teaches Dharma.

On an endless plain, like a young monk who is as old as a young monk singing loudly, walking in the wind, it is still the useless song that began to circulate on the land of the Central Plains.

"Heaven and earth are useless, not in my eyes. The sun and the moon are useless and cannot be together. Kunlun is useless, and I am not here. Compassion is useless, polite. Purity is useless, and two sleeves are empty. The river is useless, and you will never return to the east. Wind and snow It’s useless and can’t be warm enough. The grass is useless, and it withers after one year of age. It’s useless to participate in Zen, and become a Buddha......"

The young monk swaying forward suddenly stopped and looked up, as if looking at the scenery hundreds of miles away.

He burst into laughter, wow haha, a string of laughter suddenly resounded through the world.

He didn't stop his smile, the dilapidated robes on his body began to waver and flutter, and no footprints were seen wherever he walked, a ravine was torn out. The young monk rushed for six hundred miles, broke the wall, and fell into the woods. Every mountain jumps over the mountain.

In the end, he crashed into a white-clothed monk who was also rushing six hundred miles away.

Within a radius of three miles on the ground, a huge round pit was instantly sunken.

After the collision, the young monk stopped slightly and continued to run forward, like a river surging eastward, still laughing, "The emperor is useless, nothing more than a hundred years. The Hades is useless, I envy me freely. Immortals are useless, mortals laugh... sunrise east, sunset west, where am I going..."

Who can stand in the way of this young crazy monk?

Deng Tai'a has already gone to sea to visit the immortals, and Cao Changqing is dedicated to restoring the country. Could it be Wang Xianzhi in the city of Emperor Wu?

The world does not know that there is a mountain between the mad monk and Wang Xianzhi.

The main peak of Chailu Mountain, with three thousand steps of white jade.

A demon in white, who has recently entered the dominion of the Lushan Mountain, is over the world.

One red and one green two big aura fish, resembling a carp and not a carp, or a dragon and a dragon. The fish's whiskers are extremely slender. The two fishes float in the air like swimming, swimming mysteriously beside the white body.

Beside the white clothes, apart from the two strange things, there is a stand near the steps and two men of very different ages. The young man is less than a year old, short in stature and sluggish, sitting on the steps with his cheeks and looking at the mountain scenery. . The elderly are in their early forties, carrying a long cloth bag and a broken spear hidden in their backs.

The middle-aged man asked softly: "Master, let Deng Mao stop the monk from the Western Regions?"

It was Beimang's language.

The white-clothed man asked calmly: "Can you stop Tuoba Bodhisattva?"

The man calling himself Deng Mao laughed at himself~IndoMTL.com~ shook his head. The leader's meaning is very simple, only if he can stop Tuoba Bodhisattva, he has the ability to stop the grey-clothed monk. After all, this person even the white-clothed monk Li Daxin failed to succeed.

The short man opened his mouth and said: "Even if he was Liu Songtao who had escaped that year, he might not have beaten the current Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba Bodhisattva at his peak."

The white-clothed man sneered and said: "Wait for you to win the ninth underworld Deng Mao, then say this."

Deng Mao laughed softly: "Sooner or later. Bei Mang will rely on Hong Jingyan and this kid to support his face."

The man in white did not refute, and slowly walked down the steps.

Thousands of monsters, large and small, crawling on the steps, bow their heads.

The man in white looks blankly to the west.

Beware that Li doesn't want to be entangled, then I, Luoyang, will come and fight with you Liu Songtao!